Pushing aside tree branches and plowing through the underbrush, Sin pondered the meaning of the falconer hawk's cry. She didn't trust the Priestess at all but was indebted to her for having rescued Markus from walking into the sun a while ago. Maybe with any luck the Priestess would have some news or knowledge of the whereabouts of her chylders... or chylder.

Light shone through the trees ahead where the moon filtered down into a clearing... illuminating a pool of pitch black.. water. Without a care for who might be there besides herself, Sin broke into a run and dove into the water, a bubble of dust and soggy cobwebs immediately floating to the surface... freed from her leather outfit, skin and hair. Remaining submersed for a while Sin swam to another spot and sat on the bottom of the pond, gazing upwards at the now watery view of the sky. Rubbing her hands along her legs and torso, combing her hair with her fingers she finally freed herself of the last of the dirt which had soiled her appearance for so long.

Knowing that someone had followed her, having seen the shadowy outline dart behind the treeline after they had mistakenly followed her beyond the edge of the forest she pondered who might have had the nerve to track her. She had been asleep for so long that nobody she could think of knew she was awake ...except that dark stranger who had set her free. Pushing off the bottom of the pond, she made her way to the edge. For the most part the blood of the stag had restored her shape, the minor details of restoring the vitality of her skin would come with feeding from a human. Her leather pants and corset wiped clean of the dirt glistened wet in the dark, clinging to her full figured form as it departed the comfort of the pond. Standing there she wrung out her hair, studying the forestline.

Not wanting to wait all night she slowly arched one delicate eyebrow upon her forehead, lips parting to let the quiet tones of her voice slip through.

"I know that you are there. Who you are, why you're following me is what I don't know. I don't want to know right now... more than that I don't need to know. "

The words flowed forth, her voice the female version of the dreaded Hannibal Lechters. Undercurrents of pain and torment rippled through the sentences... hints of probable death accenting the mix.

With that said, she slowly circled the pond while staring at the forestline, curiosity piqued as to whether the Priestess was anywhere near, wondering mildly if her shadowy guest would remain a shadow or join her and hunt. Not wishing to wait too long for her next meal she set off along a well worn path which was littered with rubbish. An indicator of the so called "civil" society which humans inhabited..